“Willy! Willy, ya mo-roon! Wait!” Bubba wanted to yell, but he didn’t. Nonetheless, as he watched Willy run, the man disappeared. Now, how in the world did he do that? I wonner iffen I jus’ saw one of them UFO obstructions, or one of them time warp thangs they had on the Tee-vee last week. How am I a-gonna ‘splain this to his wife.
Bubba as jerked by to reality by a series of loud screams coming from near the outhouse. Cautiously he approached and when he got near the front door to the outhouse he saw a pit. Something was moving in it as well. The smell was enough to make a maggot gag.
“Willy that ya down there?” Bubba asked.
“Yep, it’s me alright Bubba. Hurry up and get me outta heah.”
Finally, finding a hoe, Bubba walked to the edge of the pit. Extending the hoe handle down he said, “Willy, grab this and I’ll pull ya out!”
With a grunt and jerk, and not just a few bad words, Willy was soon out of the pit and dripping on the newly mowed grass. The stench was horrible, even though the man was down wind of Bubba.
“Bubba, shine the light on the door of the outhouse.”
In the center of the door, was crudely painted sign, “Y’all ben a-tryin’ fer thirty years to pull this prank on me. This time the prank and the nasty unmentionables are on y’all! I’ll know hoo ya are by yer smell. Have a nice day. Signed, Floyd Jayson Cisco. 31 Oktober.”
“Willy, ya need a bath in one of the worser ways. I’ll drive and ya sit in the back on the way home. Yep, Willy Eugene, you shore got the dirty end of the stick this time ‘round ‘gain old son,” Bubba stated as he held his nose with his right thumb and forefinger.
Art by W.R. Benton
